PLEASE

PLEASE

A Poem by Kaitlyn Stanley-Gray

Please, I don’t know how long I can do this
Leading me in all directions
Easy, they said it should be easy
All I have to do is smile
Shade yourself under bright colors
Eagerly hide behind a mask

Lungs burn for a distraction
Everything is faded
Take me anywhere

Mountains and oceans
Everywhere else

Bridges over nothing
Rivers flowing nowhere
Everything else
Apples of burning orchards
Towers of drunken cities
Heaven’s sinners
Everyone else

Plead for a quiet mind
Long nights start with a thought
Eerie shadows cast in corners
Able bodies would turn on the lights
Saving myself
Extending for the switch

Light never comes
Eat away my fear
Tell me it’s okay

Move closer to the window
Ebony clouds push against the sky

See myself in the glass
Erase all thoughts
Erase yourself

Part of myself knows the truth
Let the other parts know too
Embers remain of my control
Almost extinguished
Spare me the pain
Everything is burned now anyway

Let go of the past
Easy has passed
Tranquility in lies

Meaning in nothing
Ends in beginnings

Semblance of truth
Millions of worlds
Icarus and my melting wings
Lines on my skin
Erase lines on paper

Press my temples
Let go of my mind
Egregious thoughts left with the moon
Appeals to be made
Say my prayers to the sun
Ever-present the moon hangs in the sky

Life goes on
Every time the sun goes down
Tales from my heart spill out

Meaning in nothing
Ends in beginnings

Get away from myself
One day at a time

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© 2018 Kaitlyn Stanley-Gray


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A continuous cascade of stream of consciousness impressions, all negative in nature. Has the panicked sound of an extreme anxiety episode. The emphatically capitalized last lines accentuate the speaker's desperation. Not for the squeamish, this one.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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A continuous cascade of stream of consciousness impressions, all negative in nature. Has the panicked sound of an extreme anxiety episode. The emphatically capitalized last lines accentuate the speaker's desperation. Not for the squeamish, this one.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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